filled with my own insanity

you ever hear the sweet sound of silence
 how deadly it is but how easily it becomes
part of you? sometimes i see blood following
me in the shadows.....

a fade of darkness in the corner...
but no one will help me......im crazy....
i promise im not crazy.

the people who smile and laugh all day
are eaten by their own greed and pain
but the thing about me is.....i don't feel pain,
i just hear screaming in the dark under my bed.

the blood that follows me gets thicker....
i scratch and scratch at my skin until most of
my flesh is showing, and my wife how i love her
but i want her dead......don't feel too bad though,
because i know she's planning to kill me.....they told me so
the woman appear in the darkness and leave when it's bright out
and their children keep screaming in the shadows.....

chanting " kill her!!!!" she wants me dead
i will enjoy her screams.....her sins are not on me.
i stay up half the night watching her in the darkness with my friends....
we want her dead before she kills us

there is nothing better than feeling warm fresh blood on your skin...
you ever listen to the voices of the dead woman and children
that lay in the shadows screaming " kill her"

oh my concrete rose how i loved you